Previously: Pete agreed to be the centerpiece of a real life bukkake to celebrate Jack's 30th birthday. Thirty of Jack's friends have been invited and Pete has made his way through the first 12. But it's just getting started.
Author's note: I debated including this bukkake scene in this story, but after previewing it a few chapters ago, I've gotten incredibly positive response. Thank you pervs out there who, just like me, love a good bukkake.
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Chapter 11
The crowd was on fire. I was surrounded by cocks battering my mouth, face, shoulders, and torso, all demanding attention. Something had to give. Something did.
A couple random guys ripped off the tear-away pouch from my jockstrap and threw it into the crowd, revealing my iron-hard cock. "Look at the bitch's cock", someone shouted. "Make him cum!" yelled another. My cock had been so confined in its leather cage it felt glorious to be liberated. The cool air on in was like a breath of fresh air. And it was ready to explode. I was so horned up from this experience that if anyone even touched it, I'd erupt. That was bad news, because I knew my interest would evaporate if I came. The key to this whole thing was my insatiable horniness. I had to make sure I didn't cum.
I was quickly back on my knees, servicing a circle of cocks when a couple of alpha types grabbed me and took control. "This bitch's mouth needs a rest", the first one said, "but that ass is begging to be fucked!" Almost as if rehearsed, the rowdy crowd erupted," Fuck his hole. Fuck his hole. Fuck his hole". By now, all that remained of my leather jockstrap was the waistband and straps framing my ass. My hole and cock were completely exposed...and waiting.
Before I could get my head around what was unfolding, Alpha Guy #1 and Alpha Guy #2 each grabbed an ankle, picked me up, held me upside-down in the air and then lowered my body so I was resting on my neck and the back of my head. They held me up like a giant "V" exposing my hole to the world and announced, "This hole needs some lube," and then AG1 dramatically spit into my hole. (Having someone spit in your hole while you're being held upside down in front of 30 naked cheering guys was outer-worldly). AG2 immediately did the same, leading to even more catcalls from the group, "Feed the hungry bottom", "Nice hole", and "Teach him a lesson" were among the more colorful. There were at least 10 more nude guys on the mattress at that time stroking their cock and waiting their turn. They each added their personal "lube" to my hole, each one intent on making sure I could feel their contribution to my hole and one-upping each other for volume of spit. One part of me was disgusted, one part aroused, and one part relieved. If I was going to get fucked, and it was clear I was, I wanted my hole to be ready. All the guys were "generous" with their lube (to be polite), so by the time they were done, there was saliva dripping up my torso (actually down toward the floor as I was upside-down) and my hole was full of spit. This was the moment it hit me: I was officially depraved. I was naked, servicing over 30 men, allowing them to spit in my hole while they jerked off and came on me, and was about to have them deposit their semen in me. And somehow, it was ok. I looked up at my cock (remember, I'm upside-down at this point) and saw a drop of pre-cum hanging precariously from the tip. Someone jostled me, the drop was dislodged and landed directly on my lips. It could have been a coincidence, but I took it as a sign. I was fucking loving this.
Just as the guys were finishing the spitting ritual, I gave them a couple winks with my butthole, just to fuck with them. "He winked at me," one yelled, "He's begging to be fucked," yelled another. `Both', I thought.
Was I really begging to be fucked? I think I had my answer.
AG1, still holding one of my ankles in the air lowered me to the mattress and told the crowd, "Time to teach the daddy a lesson. He really wants it". I was glad my hole was adequately lubed because there was no sign these guys would go easy on me. AG1 and AG2 lowered me onto the mattress, face-down. I could feel AG1 spread my legs and slide on top of me as he announced to his buddies, "I get first honors" to which they cheered (was there nothing these guys didn't cheer for?). I was face down on the spongy platform with my head hanging over the edge so AG2 could kneel on the floor in front of me aligning his cock perfectly with my face. The angle made it easy and comfortable to take him fully into my mouth. All I had to do was open wide and he could easily deep throat me, which he began to do with gusto.
With my mouth under assault, AG1 was now laying with the full weight of his sexy, sweaty body on me with the tip of his cock poised at my hole. I took deep breaths waiting for the inevitable, but he surprised me by whispering in my ear, "I don't want to hurt you, so get your ass in the air to give me a better angle. I'll go slow, I promise. There's a lot more cock after me, so I'll get you nice and loose for them. Tell me if it hurts and I'll take it easy." `There is a god' I thought to myself. I immediately felt him enter and could feel his cock slowly begin its journey into my rectum. Ironically, the ample saliva was the best lube I've ever used. His cock slid in with amazing ease. He continued to whisper, "Take it daddy, take it all. You feel so good. Your hole is amazing. You're such a fucking daddy whore." The crude language worked its magic. Words like "Take it all" and being called a "daddy whore" sent me into overdrive. After hearing those words, I longed for the young stranger's cock to fill my hole and immediately lifted my ass for him to take it. Luckily, there was a closeup on the screen of him penetrating my hole, because as soon as he slid in, I heard them chant again, "Fuck his hole, fuck his hole, fuck his hole". I scored a major victory.
I wanted to focus on this gentle man's cock sliding into me, but something else got my attention. I could feel the inevitable; AG2 tensed up and blasted a viscous load covering my face, provoking what might have been the most thunderous roar of the night. I was near delirium so didn't catch the actual number, but I knew we were getting close to 30. Fortunately, Marco was right there with the cum rag to clean me up. Then they turned my head to the side and pressed it into the pliable air mattress and his buddy, who was next to him, pressed his knee into my neck so I was completely immobilized. AG2 then grabbed both sides of the inside of my mouth using his fingers like a fishing hook to hold my mouth wide open for the other guy's cock. I had no choice and he plunged it into my helpless mouth. Like his friend who was fucking me, he wasn't violent, or even urgent. Rather, he relished the moment and seemed to take pride in the fact that 30 of his closest friends were admiring his hard cock. He entered slowly; he knew his pride and joy was being live-casted on the three flat screens and milked (pun intended) the scene as long as he could.
Let's review. I'm face down on a mattress with my arms restrained behind me and 30+ nude, horny guys watching. Alpha Guy #1 is fucking me from behind but being mercifully tender. Likewise, one of his friends has me pinned down with his knee on my neck pinning my head to the right. Alpha Guy #2, who moments ago came all over my face, has his fingers in my mouth holding it open like a fish on a hook, while another friend is face fucking me. Although my assaulters had me immobilized, I was surprisingly not uncomfortable. In fact, I almost felt at peace. My mind went into the trance I had experienced previously with Charles and Jack where hedonistic desires were all that mattered and everything else, including my past, became irrelevant. And as foreign as this experience was, it wasn't hard for me to get there. As long as I wasn't physically in pain, and so far I wasn't, I relished the hyper-masculine attention tonight was bringing me. I didn't know much more I could take, but, for now, bring it on.
As I lay face down, the parade of cocks assaulting my mouth, face, torso, shoulders, and hole continued. Some were great; some not so much. But in a strange way, I wanted to please all of them. It was my role, no, my obligation, to bring every one of them to orgasm. If I didn't, I would have failed Jack.
The guys who were fucking me from behind would nearly always pull out before they came so their ejaculation was caught on camera. The same was true for the guys who were fucking my mouth. My mind was elsewhere, so it was difficult to count, but the last chant I could recall was, "28, 28, 28". Was it possible that I had taken 28 loads tonight? At this point, I was merely a receptacle for their semen, but even that seemed unlikely. But who was I to argue?
By now I had cum in my mouth, my hair, on my back, and in my hole. I was spent. I wanted more, but I was exhausted. Suddenly, the room became eerily quiet. The change in energy signaled something important was unfolding. It may have been the first time since this started there wasn't a cock violating one of my holes, so I cranked my head to see what was happening. The crowd of guys on the mattress seemed to part like the Red Sea and I saw two figures emerge. Was it my imagination or was it Jack and Charles, both nude, approaching the mattress?
I laid there, face down for a few moments, and then felt a presence around me. I opened my eyes to find Charles squatting down face-to-face with me with Jack right beside him. "You ok, sexy Pete?" Charles asked. "Fuck yeah", I bravely whispered. I was exhausted but didn't want to disappoint them. Then Jack leaned over, tenderly massaged my ass and hole, and said, "You are fucking amazing. I've never seen anything like it. Tonight will go down in history because of you". I don't think there are words in the English language that would've made me happier.
Both of them gently massaged me as I laid on my stomach, covered in sweat and a mix of crusty and still wet cum, and finally Charles leaned down to whisper, "There's only one more thing stud. We're only at 28, and Jack and I are the only ones left. They want to see the birthday boy fuck you. Are you up for it? And can you take care of....this?" pointing to his own steely hard cock. "They're begging for a spit-roast".
I was intentionally quiet for a moment, partly because I was exhausted, and partly because I loved the drama. "Bring it on, daddy", I replied.
Charles gave Jack the nod which everyone was watching closely, so closely the room erupted in another cheer. "30, 30, 30" they chanted.
Charles and Jack carefully turned me over so I was on my back, then Jack cautiously spread my legs and pulled them over his shoulders. I dropped my head over the edge of the mattress to give Charles better access to my mouth so he could kneel on the floor behind my head, giving him the perfect angle to for me to swallow him while Jack fucked my hole.
They knew what I'd been through and were remarkably gentle. I laid on my back waiting for Jack to penetrate me. He pushed himself between my legs and slowly parted them, exposing my hole to a waiting iPhone camera and the entire crowd. He looked genuinely caring as he placed the tip of his cock against my hole. Just as he entered, he asked again, "You ok Pete?" "Fuck yeah," I replied. "You're the one I've been waiting for all night, birthday boy", I said with a smile. "Damn," he replied. "I hope I don't disappoint you, sexy Pete".
"Don't hold back, birthday boy. Fuck me, hard", I growled.
Just as Jack began to push into me, Charles placed a hand on each side of my head and tipped it off the side of the mattress. He was equally as concerned as Jack, " I want you to take my cock, but you ok?" he asked. Genuinely appreciating his concern, I responded, "Yes sir, sexy Pete wants your cum. These boys are cute, but I want a real man's load."
"Be careful what you wish for, sexy Pete," he answered. "Watching this for the last hour has made me incredibly horny."
I had given them permission to do what they had wanted to all night. Despite my bravado, Jack entered me with a care and tenderness I don't think I'd ever experienced before. His cock was so thick that it filled me up, but with absolutely no pain. And he knew exactly when to push into me, when to pull out or me, and when to stay perfectly still. It was a near-perfect fuck.
Likewise, Charles was equally considerate. I moaned loudly as I took his cock in my mouth to let him know how much I wanted it. He continued slowly and let my mouth and tongue to all the work. One cock was working my hole, the other my throat, both with genuine affection and growing force. As much as I enjoyed the debauchery of the first 28 guys, I relished the affection of these two.
They continued to thrust, in and out, first slowly, then a little faster, until their thrusts were perfectly synchronized. It was like the three of us had become one. I could feel Jack's cock push hard into my gut which would push me harder into Charles's cock. Then Charles would push his cock down my throat which would push me back into Jack's cock. I could sense they were communicating back and forth and were loving this as much as I was. And for the first time with them, I was allowed to stroke my cock. The feeling was exquisite. I had been denied so many times before with them, that being allowed to pleasure myself made it even more special. I was back in the zone where my awareness was limited exclusively on my two holes, and for the first time, my cock. I didn't know what was giving me more pleasure...being steadily drilled by them or finally getting to stroke my own cock. It escalated, and escalated and escalated until finally all three of us knew the end was near. Each of us stiffened. Jack shot hard and deep into my hole. Charles's body shook and he pulled out and covered my face with a boatload of cum. At the same time my cock exploded with such force that I hit Charles in his face, then torso, then all over my own face and torso. It was the most extreme orgasm I'd ever experienced.
The three of us, all covered in sweat, were unable to move. Jack's cock remained lodged in my hole continuing to pulse, Charles had placed his softening cock back into my mouth to suckle, and I fingered the volume of Charles's and my cum that covered my face and torso. There was an eerie silence from the group, and then, without warning, the chant emerged, "30,30 30".
I had done it. I had fulfilled my promise by being the centerpiece of a Jack's bukkake birthday party and successfully taken 30 loads from his friends. But more importantly, at least to me, were Charles and Jack. When Jack and Charles came in and on me, they had real feelings, for each other, and for me. It was a tender moment that I was grateful to have been a part of.
So what am I? A romantic? Or a slut? I still hadn't figured it out.